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asymbolThe cube should never have gotten away from the Avenger in the first place, but unforseen circumstances had led to a number of disasters both within and outside of the team. Now they were dealing with an adversary that posed a very real and dangerous threat to their own lives as well as the rest of the world, and worse no one knew what had happened to the cube itself. With too much on their plate to go on a worldwide search, seeking out the cube had become a task for the remaining fragments of SHIELD rather than the Avengers. They couldn't afford the extra distraction.
How it wound up in the possession of the former Winter Soldier was anyone's guess, but he had done a better job at finding the alien technology than the best and brightest SHIELD had left to offer. It was just unfortunate that no one had known what exactly the cube was capable of. The 'technology' had a sentience of its own, and a penchant for granting the desires of the people who connected with it through physical touch.
It had given a different gift to everyone who had done as much, and often they were not the things which would have been asked for by the people it had granted those wishes to. It was just a cube. It was impossible to say whether the accidents and misfortunes that came as a result of its gifts were intentional or accidents of a barrier of understanding.
Whatever the case, the cube had granted Bucky Barnes a gift that had potentially disastrous consequences for everyone involved. The Avengers lost Captain America. No one knew where the soldier had vanished to, only that he could not be found after disappearing in the midst of battle. An incident so uncharacteristic of the super soldier that his team was only able to assume terrible possibilities.
Captain America, as the world knew him, was gone. But far from the chaos and noise of the new war between the Avengers and their adversaries, Steve Rogers was alive and as well as his old body had ever allowed him to be. The cube had kidnapped Captain America away from the battle and his new life to bring him back to the person who had needed him most. In that moment, the Steve Rogers of the 21st century had been erased and replaced with the version of him the cube deemed most important to who Bucky Barnes was.
The Winter Soldier needed his second chance at being the man he had been once before, and his best bet was not the soldier the world needed but a scrawny kid from Brooklyn who had always believed in him and been such a vital piece of his life. Who could better help the Winter Soldier to remember who he once was than the man who had grown up with him, believing in him, fighting beside him and truly knowing him better than anyone else could. The distractions of Captain America's life were a thing of the past, now, as his own past was pulled forward and dropped at Bucky's feet like an unwrapped gift.
For Steve it was as disorienting a change as it was unexpected. One minute he had been sitting in a recruitment office waiting for potential jail time as a result of his latest falsified attempt at joining the army. He had just been starting to feel the slightest touch of panic as he stared at the reminder on the wall and waited for his fate alone on a hard bed in a chilly, uncomfortable room. The next he found himself in an unfamiliar and strangely decorated hotel room, sick to his stomach, dizzy, confused, and very uncertain as to what had just happened. It was like something out of an H.G.Wells novel, and he had no idea what to think.
He leaned on the nearest surface, a wall in the doorway, while he waited for the dizzy spell to pass. Maybe he had blacked out in the office, but he had no memory of that or waking up after it.
How it wound up in the possession of the former Winter Soldier was anyone's guess, but he had done a better job at finding the alien technology than the best and brightest SHIELD had left to offer. It was just unfortunate that no one had known what exactly the cube was capable of. The 'technology' had a sentience of its own, and a penchant for granting the desires of the people who connected with it through physical touch.
It had given a different gift to everyone who had done as much, and often they were not the things which would have been asked for by the people it had granted those wishes to. It was just a cube. It was impossible to say whether the accidents and misfortunes that came as a result of its gifts were intentional or accidents of a barrier of understanding.
Whatever the case, the cube had granted Bucky Barnes a gift that had potentially disastrous consequences for everyone involved. The Avengers lost Captain America. No one knew where the soldier had vanished to, only that he could not be found after disappearing in the midst of battle. An incident so uncharacteristic of the super soldier that his team was only able to assume terrible possibilities.
Captain America, as the world knew him, was gone. But far from the chaos and noise of the new war between the Avengers and their adversaries, Steve Rogers was alive and as well as his old body had ever allowed him to be. The cube had kidnapped Captain America away from the battle and his new life to bring him back to the person who had needed him most. In that moment, the Steve Rogers of the 21st century had been erased and replaced with the version of him the cube deemed most important to who Bucky Barnes was.
The Winter Soldier needed his second chance at being the man he had been once before, and his best bet was not the soldier the world needed but a scrawny kid from Brooklyn who had always believed in him and been such a vital piece of his life. Who could better help the Winter Soldier to remember who he once was than the man who had grown up with him, believing in him, fighting beside him and truly knowing him better than anyone else could. The distractions of Captain America's life were a thing of the past, now, as his own past was pulled forward and dropped at Bucky's feet like an unwrapped gift.
For Steve it was as disorienting a change as it was unexpected. One minute he had been sitting in a recruitment office waiting for potential jail time as a result of his latest falsified attempt at joining the army. He had just been starting to feel the slightest touch of panic as he stared at the reminder on the wall and waited for his fate alone on a hard bed in a chilly, uncomfortable room. The next he found himself in an unfamiliar and strangely decorated hotel room, sick to his stomach, dizzy, confused, and very uncertain as to what had just happened. It was like something out of an H.G.Wells novel, and he had no idea what to think.
He leaned on the nearest surface, a wall in the doorway, while he waited for the dizzy spell to pass. Maybe he had blacked out in the office, but he had no memory of that or waking up after it.
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Date: 2015-03-24 08:32 am (UTC)They were just going to have to start a bit slower. He was obviously overwhelming Bucky. He sat back down next to him and watched him, nothing but concern and confusion in his eyes.
"What do you remember?"
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Date: 2015-03-24 08:58 am (UTC)"I remember you. Until the end of the line." Steve was important, in ways that Bucky had read about but not quite remembered or figured out on his own, yet. "Hydra got me. They made me their weapon." And he'd done terrible things, including trying to kill Steve. But how could he say that to Steve's face, if this one didn't remember any of that? Steve would hate him for it.
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Date: 2015-03-24 11:40 am (UTC)Steve did not need to be a doctor to know that Bucky was not alright. He knew the other man better than anyone else, and that made him the most qualified person to see that something was very wrong. Whatever it was, he was not leaving Bucky to get through it on his own.
"That's a start. Whatever they did to you, we will straighten it out. You don't need to do it alone." Bucky never would have left him to deal with something like this on his own, and Steve was not about to either.
"You are James Buchanan Barnes, and no one is going to take that away from you as long as I'm around." Brave words from the little guy, but Steve believed it. He might not have ever been physically strong, but he would never give up on Bucky, no matter what had happened or what the war had done to him before spitting him back out.
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Date: 2015-03-24 11:32 pm (UTC)Maybe some things really did never change. Steve seemed just as stubborn and fearless as ever, despite being so much smaller and weaker now. Maybe this was one of the things the man he'd used to be had found endearing, why a single memory had stopped him from killing Steve.